Quarter Quell Trouble

This is the sequel to my Movellas, 48th Annual Hunger Games. That's all I'm gunna say so I don't spoil the whole fanfic. I hope you enjoy :)

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2. Training

Harry's P.O.V. 

"I'm so sorry guys."
I tell Niall and Louis. I can't believe my best buds are going in the games. Liam's girlfriend and Louis ex. I don't care about Eleanor anymore but I care about Danielle, Niall, and Louis. I see Liam in the crowd. He is really sad. I can tell by just looking at him. I would be too if my girlfriend was reaped. And if I actually had a girlfriend. 

James' P.O.V. 

"Lets just hang out here so we can spend time together before the games, ok?" 
I whisper. 
"Ok" 
She replies. 
I hold her in my arms. We just make small talk. Then after an hour, we all get on the train. There's a training room there and Izzy heads there right away. I watch her. There are various weapons and some dummies. I see her pick out her armor that she had in the last games. She slips it on. She grabs the helmet. She grabs her sword and sheath and her trident. She throws the trident and it hits the first dummy square in the chest. Then she stabs the second dummies chest with the sword. Then she takes the trident, throws it into the back of the third dummy and chops it's head off with the sword. Then, she snaps the fourth dummies neck. I see everyone watching her. They're scared. Then she gets the fifth dummy in a headlock and slits it's throat. She takes the armor off, takes the helmet off, and puts the weapons back. She exits the room to see us standing here. 
"GET OUT!" 
She yells. 
"You can stay." 
She points to me.

Niall's P.O.V. 

I'm really scared. I can't believe that I'm going to the Hunger Games. I'm gunna die and I now know why Harry is so afraid of Isabel. I'm a singer. Not a killer. Same with Louis. At least Harry can shoot a bow and throw a knife. Louis can kinda use a bow but I can't do anything. All I can do is sing and perform. I'm gunna die. Now the Directioners have to go through even more with Harry going into the games again and now they are gunna loose me and Louis too. I feel bad for them. They also have to watch Danielle and Eleanor die but they don't care about Eleanor anymore. At least Perrie, Zayn, and Liam are gunna live. 

Izzy's P.O.V. 

I glare at Niall. 
"GET OUT OF HERE!"
 I yell. I kick him in the shin. Hard. I smirk. He deserves it. He's gonna die anyway. And James and I are gonna win for the victors. I know we are. I'm going to cut off one of their legs to slow then down. It's just a strategy tht I leaned. James and I go sit down on the couch. We make small talk. We discuss strategies. He's a little scared, I can tell.

Niall's P.O.V. 

I sprint out of the training center. I'm really scared now. What's gunna happen? All I know is that I'm gunna die, but if I do, my last wish is for Isabel to be dead. She almost killed my best friend and is out to get us all. I want to win, but if I die, I want Isabel and James dead too. Also a little Eleanor because she broke Louis' heart. I've gotten really close to Dani and we are great friends, so she can't die and neither can Louis or Harry. 

Izzy's P.O.V. 

I hate Niall. My plans for him will make him be in so much pain. So much pain. I see the other tribute staring at me. 
"WHAT." 
I yell. They all get scared and go back to their training. I smirk. I work on throwing my trident. The center tine hits the bulls eye every time. Then I work on swordplay against a trainer. At the end, his armor is cut up. I work on some other stuff and Im great at it. I watch as Harry and his friends stink at everything. James and I are a team that's out to win, and we are.

Harry's P.O.V.

I take a bow and shoot it. The arrow hits a bulls eye. I've been practicing shooting in case the Quarter Quell brought me back to the games. I'm also able to throw a knife or spear accurately. I'm trying to teach Niall and Louis. I have to keep them alive. They cant die. I need them. Zayn and Liam need them. We need each other. I'd rather die than watch my two best friends die painfully in the Hunger Games. If one of them does die, I hope I'm already dead so I won't have to be sad. I'd already be dead and I wouldn't know anything that happened. 

Izzy P.O.V. 

"You stink!" 
I say to Harry, Louis and Niall. James and I laugh. I throw a spear. Bullseye. A trainer says I threw it at 90 mph. I have a strong arm. James throws his spear. Bullseye. 
"That's gonna be you styles, and your little friends too!" 
I say. I throw my trident again. I learn that the armor I wore in the last games can't be or penetrated by arrows, they just bounce off. Hopefully I get some in the cornucopia. No one knows that but me. It's my little secret. 

Louis' P.O.V. 

Harry walks up to me. 
"Is legal to kill someone before the games start?"
He whispers to me. 
"I wish it was. If you could, she'd better watch out in her sleep. Same with James."
I say. He nods. Niall walks over. 
"I'm scared."
He tells us. 
"We all are. But I want you two to win. I should already be dead from two years ago. The job will be finished but I want you guys to go back home. Not me."
Harry says. 
"No! You're the one that deserves to win dude!"
I tell him. 
"But I my two victors can win. That would be James and Isabel. I've got no chance against them."
"You lived last time!"
"That's because the Capitol stopped the games early. Look, there's no way I'm getting out of this this time. I'm sorry. But you have to win."
Harry starts to walk away. I look at Niall. We aren't sure what to do. 

James' P.O.V. 

"Awww are the little babies gonna cry cuz their boyfriend CAN'T WIN?"
 I ask. I laugh, Iz does too. We walk away to go eat lunch. We both eat healthy, and don't take much, we wanna stay in shape for the games. 
"So, how are we gonna win this?" 
I ask. 
"We wing it" 
Iz says. 
"Sounds good."
 I say. We finish lunch and go back to training. We throw knives. We get bullseyes every time. We're pretty good at this stuff, I have to say so myself.

Niall's P.O.V. 

I pick up the spear that Harry dropped and I grip it in my hand. I walk over to Isabel and James ready to stab them. I'm about to when a trainer stops me and brings me back to Louis. He takes the spear away from me. I'm mad. I'm not gunna let Harry die. Isabel and James are going down. They're dying. I'm sick of them. 

Izzy's P.O.V.

I give Louis a huge smile. 
"Even if you did try to fight me I would beat you up, you loser!" 
I say to him. 
"Lets get out of here." 
James says and kisses the top of my head. We go up to our apartment. I go and get something to eat. James watches TV. We just relax, because tomorrow, we go into the arena

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